A Lonely Shade of Yellow

By Roy Stephen Canivel

The picture fades
to the color
of a setting sun
despite the promise 
of the glass
and the wooden frame.

The hint of sunset
never left
and the picture--
never reincarnated.
The sceneries
may have changed,
but I am still happy:
The smiles remained.

The date stays behind
the picture:
yesterday, a lifetime ago--
like an address
that my eyes sometimes
write a letter to
with every drop
of its well-kept ink.